CHAPTER 68

"Don't worry, I have an idea!" A stylist quickly took out a few pins from the make-up box and pinned them to her waist, as well as her back.

The dress instantly became fitted.

She then picked up the floor-length veil from the dressing table and quickly draped it over Leila's head.

The veil covered her face in the front and trailed long on the floor in the back.

The pins were white, and with the veil covering them, they were not as obvious.

Leila looked at herself in the mirror with a surprised look on her face, "That's better now."

And then she turned to look behind her in the mirror, "Well ... the pins don't look obvious."

Only when her eyes fell on her own dry, shapeless face, the smile on Leila's face froze once again.

"Thank you, what's your name?" She asked, looking coldly at the stylist.

"Hanna Austin." The stylist smiled and slowly lifted her head, and soon there was an additional heavily made-up face in the mirror.